Wrapping my gown around me, I stepped into the inner room, the room reserved for women like me. Women about to have a mammogram (the mamm-o-slam, as I affectionately call it).
Chilled, and feeling a bit awkward, I smiled and relaxed when another lady grinned my way.
“Hi.” she said.
“Hi there,” I said back.
“How are you doing today?”
“Oh, good, good, how are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m fine but boy, it sure is cold in here.”
And so on we went with our easy banter.
She motioned to all the ladies magazines laid out for us to read. I chuckled and said I couldn’t hope to enjoy them without my glasses, the same glasses buried deep in my purse in the locker down the hall.
Laughing, she offered, “I know what you mean, some days I wonder what’s left that I can see.” And when she tilted her head just so, the image of that coupled with her kind eyes and warm smile reminded me of my oldest sister.
And it was in that moment that I felt it.
A longing for her so deep that I nearly cried.
I didn’t say anything.
I just sighed and sat with it.
I sat there with my ache in a crowded room.
Has a stranger’s kindness ever both uplifted you and broke your heart?
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Hebrews 13:2